Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.